In the valley of the kings hear plainly the ghost sighs of slaves toiling muscles, strenuous and gleaming in the scalding sun pounding upon limestone…
Tag: mystery
A pale taste, the sharp burn of empty bowing at the worship steps descended by a goddess wrapped in a gown of uranium The weak…
He is alone in Krimpley House playing vampire beats on the piano around the dark winged instrument the walls recede… Upon the decaying oriental rug…
Some doors are golden oak shine like melted honey but also locked and foreboding There are metal ones, also cool to the touch futuristic and…
Between the moss and the sun’s misty rays a majestic explosion of enormous woody trees the vibrancy of life’s core secrets strewn with leaves made from…